Goldie looked over at the boy. "Kiddo, call someone. I'll stay here. Hand me the drawing." The boy handed Goldie the drawing and his hat, Goldie melting into it and looking like a normal child's doodle. The boy placed the drawing on the table, running off to get help. Soon enough a few other guards came into kid's cove with a stretcher. 
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